She was still trying to wrap her mind around that little detail that had popped so suddenly in her life. She wasn't supposed to be able to get pregnant, that was what birth control was for. 99.9something percent reliable, right? Just like her to fall into that fraction of a percent that skewed it all from being perfect. And why couldn't it have happened with Matthew? At least then, she'd have a little reminder of him to raise and to love and to hold. But no, she had to get pregnant by the one man in the city that her family would likely not be thrilled with.
Ashleigh had barely left her hotel room since she got the news, a tray with her half-finished room service laying on the bed beside her where she lay. The television was on, filling the silence, but she hadn't been able to pay attention to it in hours.
Pregnant.
The word kept going through her head, even as the knock to her door came and she rolled towards the edge of the bed to stare at it for a long while. And then, finally, she got up to her feet and padded over towards the door on bare feet. She was dressed in boxers and a clingy black tank, her dark hair a mess of tangles around her face. Rising up on tiptoes, she peered out the peephole, and seeing Alexander there, she opened the door slowly.
"Hey," she offered by way of greeting, though her words were weak and the smile she tried to bring to her face was dim as her mood.